Charles joked about the things that Angelica didn't know, he claimed she should get out more. This would of course, lead to a rather snarky and indignant reply from the lass with her long curls. "Gee, Chuck, isn't my getting out more your responsibility. First as my friend and now as my fiancé?" she questioned. Her arms soon crossed and her nose turned up. This was of course, one of her more playful stances, her face was still relaxed, no jumping veins or anything to imply she was actually upset at all.
Beyond this playful banter, there was the matter of the fish. Apparently this type was harder to cook for someone like Charles. She didn't want their food to be unenjoyable, and as such she was more than willing to continue. He came with more information for her to interpret and keep in her memory. They could use this fish as bait for another one if they could get it back into the place it'd came from. She watched as Charles, went to puncture an organ within it, and did her part to make sure it was hooked by the same hook that had been in its mouth. This time it was weaved in near the meatier part of its head, without wounding it too badly. Ah, but now she had to get it back to the spot it'd been in before. "Okay, okay. I understand. This is going to take a bit... " she mumbled. With the rod back in her hand she stared out at the water, gauging the right distance for where she'd cast her line before. She'd then go on to perform a twisting movement while jerking her new line, at the end of this maneuver she'd jerk her own rod back to keep it from flying out of her hand and manage to put the now injured fish back only off by a few meters of where it had been before. "Huh, that was a little off..." she stated. "I'll blame the beer," she said with a gentle nod. Though she wasn't really drunk she was sure she suffered some effect from the drink, even if she'd barely noticed it.